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i have barely left the house since the shindig at the pals on friday
i missed ont one, not two, but FOUR parties that REALLY EFFING MATTERED to me last night
and now the wind is so hard that a shingle blew off of the roof across the street and i nailed blankets up onver our sliding door to keep the drafts out because even the oven and the space heater weren't helping with the cold.

ugh. and today errands have to be run.
yes this is called a whilny post by me who let friends down last night
but still
ugh.

in other news, i finally got nbc to almost come in on the rabbit ears and see the genius that is tina fey on SNL's weekend update. booya. kill the boys club. it was fierce mary fierce.

today i got an email from someone i have known for a year thanking me for being their friend. it wasn't effusive, pretty bare bones. i wanted more. but then again, it's funny to see how much can change in a year. it feels like i have known them, considered them family for ever.

now into the kitchen, where fleetwood mac is playing and coffee is being brewed...

ah rainy stormy sundays

liquor by poppy z. brite

yesterday morning i finished the fucking fantastic novel that i was given as a gift mid week. ok. i have NOT been reading enough AT ALL. consider this: got novel wednesday. started reading thurs am muni ride. brief 20mins over lunch. then nothing until 45 prebed mins. the fri am muni ride. again 20 mins for lunch. the sat morning, until it was done. i miss novels like that. getting their claws into my brain like a bag of those horriblly wonderful addictive cheddar and sour cream potato chips that i am not even allowed to buy because i will not stop eating until the bag is empty. love love love love love the book. want want want want the prequel and sequel NOW NOW NOW.

omigoodness. i love fiction. can't write it worth a damn and don't want to. i can leave that to those who are better. and i have high standards, but damn, this was one bastard of a great novel. woot.

and now, i am just jonesing for more.